And why I hate men..

I was at a party, a privet family gathering of a sort, a wedding to be exact. I was sitting at the back listening the brides teenage brother talking about the girls who were there. The were doing a postmortem as if a detective would profile murder suspects. They were judging the character of every single girl by their appearances. ” Look her shirt is so tight, and he boobs are so huge, she surely cant be virgin” , “Look at the one in red dress, her chest is completely flat, she must be a lesbian” , ” The one in the blue dress is continuously talking to her boyfriend”

At this party while listening to them silly gossips besides degust I felt a bit sorry too for these guys.

But then the next day at another party well educated men and I heard them talking the same kind of crap, making a fuss out of a visible bra straps, telling how they saw a bit of a cleavage while they walked passed a girl sitting on the floor, and how they “think” so and so girl is a whore or not or a virgin or not .

I mean For heaven’s sake What the FU*K do you guys have to do if she is a God damn whore or a Slut or a virgin or not ? Are you some sort of a bloody keeper whose duty if to guard female virginity. And they are women, they are not some bloody object that you might be able to own someday, like you are looking for an untouched “Packed and Sealed” piece. And Why the hell No one questions how many girls you slept with before you decided to be “sincere” with one or in some cases several just so you can have Verity.

I am a man myself but I cant disrespect even a Female Sex Worker out there because of so many reasons and these men the majority of them, wouldn’t pause for even a second before they see a girl and they would instantly start judging her, weighing her and analyzing her character and boiling it all down to the possibility of her being a virgin or not… the only thing these men won’t give the woman is the respect and freedom which is their fundamental right of every human being.

Then how can I not hate men.

And why I hate men..


It is complicated, it hurts but some times you cant just let go of people because you just cant, because then there will be none left, because they are tied in some relations. It hurts when they think you are a total fool who wouldn’t understand anything, they will talk sweet but they won’t spare you a cupper, When you give them advice they will return it with total disregard, they won’t appose you but just ignore because you are not even worth arguing and no matter what you say doesn’t really matter. They wont remember you when they party they won’t even recognize you when they are hosting a party they cant avoid to invite you because you are related.

It is hard to be fond of children and having the ones who should be near and dear to be as distant as almost an stranger. It is hard to see those who were in you arms when they were born running your esteem under their boots. Hard to see them going down the hill to a fall trying to stop but they wont listen.

It rip’s you apart to realize that the smile on a on a 6 year old is plastic, so is the whole ambience. The soft corners, the sympathies, love all synthetically brewed so they can keep you running after a mirage and enjoy watching you running in the desert desperate for a drop or so of cold and soothing love.

But in all this hurting, ripping and battling they only don’t realize that is it actually they who are depriving their own selves from seeing the very true beauty of life called love. They are the ones who are dry and flaky already dead from the inside, with no feelings, soul or heart, what only remains are the colors they have painted on the surface.

Pity for them, they don’t really know that all who are alive can smell them dead from quite a distance.